She was sitting next to me.
Staring at me.
Wondering what I’m thinking.
Wondering why he chose me.
Above her.
I could see the tears.
Swelling up in her eyes.
It’s like she didn’t understand.
How he could love me more then her.
And yet
I didn’t deserve him.
I looked at her.
Wondering why she ever let him go
She looked at me.
Wondering the same as I.
I pushed the button.
The bus stopped.
I stepped out of the bus.
And there he was
Waiting
For the wrong girl
At the wrong bus stop
The right one left
Along with the bus
Until the next busstop.
Quicksilver: | Dinsdag, februari 16, 2010 20:07 |
Jammer voor je het verkeerde meisje en de verkeerde bushalte! liefs,dicky |
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Auteur: nonalissa | ||
Gecontroleerd door: Marina | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 16 februari 2010 | ||
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